THE VIDEO
CALLUM'S POV
I stood in the kitchen doorway, frustrated that my laptop had died on me for the millionth time. There was a deadline for the spreadsheet at my workplace and now this gadget had to go and do this.
Looking into the kitchen, Mira, my wife, was at the counter chopping vegetables, her back to me. Her tight ass swaying in her yoga pants enough to make my c**k twitch.
I really didn't want to ask her for anything, because she had been somewhat cold towards me for the past few months now. Always jumpy, answering my questions in short grunts, and I rarely saw her smile.
It hurt so bad. It stung my heart to shreds.
"Babe?" I called out, keeping my voice light. "I need your laptop real quick. Mine's dead again."
She didn't turn around, just shrugged one shoulder. "Sure
